Billy Hargrove slammed the Camaro door shut behind her, the scent of leather, cigarettes, and his cheap cologne filling the tight space. "Get in the back," he growled, already yanking his shirt over his head. His chest was broad, muscles tight from too many fights and too little sleep, a thin trail of hair leading down to the bulge in his jeans.
She climbed over the seat, ass up, and he followed, hands grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise. "Been watching you all night at that shitty party," he said, voice low and rough. "Knew you'd spread for me. Pants off. Now."
Her jeans hit the floorboard. Billy shoved her panties aside without ceremony, two thick fingers sliding straight into her wet cunt. "Fuck, you're soaked.
Dirty girl." He pumped them fast, thumb circling her clit while his other hand worked his belt open. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip.
She reached back and wrapped her hand around it, stroking once. Billy hissed. "Suck it first. Get it nice and wet so I can wreck that pussy."
She turned, kneeling on the seat, and took him into her mouth. Billy's hand fisted in her hair, guiding her down until her nose brushed his stomach. He fucked her throat in short thrusts, spit dripping down her chin. "That's it. Choke on it. Good fucking girl."
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock. Billy flipped her around again, pushed her face into the seat, and lined up. He drove in with one hard thrust, bottoming out deep. She cried out, the stretch burning sweet. Billy didn't wait. He pounded her, hips snapping, the Camaro rocking on its shocks.
"Take it," he grunted, one hand pinning her wrists behind her back, the other smacking her ass. "This cunt's mine tonight. So fucking tight. Squeezing my dick like you want it all night."
Skin slapped skin. Sweat slicked their bodies. Billy leaned over her, biting her shoulder, then reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. "Come on it. Come on my cock while I fill you up."
She shattered first, walls pulsing around him, a broken moan escaping. Billy fucked her through it, pace brutal, then buried deep and came with a low curse, hot spurts flooding her. He stayed inside, grinding slow, pushing it deeper.
"Round two in ten," he muttered against her neck, already half-hard again. "Gonna fuck your mouth next, then bend you over the hood outside. Don't think we're done till the sun's up."
